Love/Hate

Tonight I came home to our apartment as it was being packed up. Things once on walls and shelves were now nested in neatly stacked piles: frames, books, dishes, Netsuke critters, seed pods. ODA sat partially hidden behind a pile of boxes and two huge rolls of bubble wrap. Busy, busy...

As with all of our moves in the past - east to midwest, midwest to east, east to west, west to northeast, then further south to Stinky Town - this period of packing triggers an inevitable bout of both nostalgia and anxiety. I realize what I'm going to miss, but also just want to get it over with and leave. It's like a break-up. Good or bad, they always ache.

We leave in 18 days.

Ten random things I'll miss (in no particular order):

1. Friends (the dwindling KC clan as well as the NY newbies)
2. The privilege of calling NYC "home" (particularly Brooklyn - the BEST borough!)
3. Leaves in October (a.k.a. Autumn)
4. Free chocolate from Mrs. Kim at the corner store
5. Good art & star sightings (they often go together)
6. Living in a prime terrorist target (it's soooo exciting here, to a fault)
7. The abundant but exceptional sweet shops (you know who you are)
8. Central Park (esp. its beautiful mid-section in Spring)
9. Excursions to the (unfortunately all-too-white) Hudson Valley
10. The distant sound of the early morning F train out our bedroom window as it emerges from underground and heads south*

One thing I won't miss:

1. *Everything else about the MTA